CLANG!
Martha's sword clashed against Sebas's blade—a sharp, ringing sound cutting through the tense silence—!
The knight's attacks were relentless. With each swing, she poured all her strength into her strikes, trying to force an opening—or at the very least, shake the butler's unyielding guard—
Yet, no matter how fiercely her blade came down, it was met with the same casual ease.
The butler simply... remained perfectly composed, deflecting her strikes with almost perfect ease.
His sword moved as if it weighed nothing—graceful, fluid... and devastatingly efficient.
And yet for Martha—
CLANG—CLANG—CLANG!
"Ugh...!"
Every clash of steel sent tremors up her arms. Her grip tightened as frustration gnawed at the edges of her focus—
'Why… why can't I break through...?!'
With a sharp inhale, she shifted her stance and struck again—harder, faster—!
CLANG—CLANG—CLANG!
